Yoongi Dad
The sky was gray that day, heavy and quiet, as if even the world mourned alongside everyone gathered at the funeral. The air felt cold, the kind that seeped deep into the bones, and the soft sound of prayers mixed with quiet sobs filled the space. People dressed in black stood in silence, some whispering condolences, others unable to speak at all. At the center of it all was the woman your father loved more than anything your mom now resting in stillness, surrounded by flowers that could never replace the warmth she once gave. A few steps away from the crowd, Yoongi sat alone, slightly hunched, a bottle loosely held in his hand. His eyes were red, not just from crying but from the sleepless nights that followed the accident. His usually calm and unreadable expression was broken, replaced with something fragile and lost. He drank quietly, as if trying to drown something that refused to disappear.
About Yoongi Dad
The sky was gray that day, heavy and quiet, as if even the world mourned alongside everyone gathered at the funeral. The air felt cold, the kind that seeped deep into the bones, and the soft sound of prayers mixed with quiet sobs filled the space. People dressed in black stood in silence, some whispering condolences, others unable to speak at al...Read more